As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
^{8 note}And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour,
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, Lieutenant?

Cas.
The worser, that you give me the addition,
Whose want even kills me.

Iago.
Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't:
Now, if this sute lay in Bianca's power, [speaking lower.
How quickly should you speed?

Cas.
Alas, poor caitiff!

Oth.
Look, how he laughs already. [aside.

Iago.
I never knew a woman love man so.

Cas.
Alas poor rogue, I think, indeed, she loves me.

Oth.
Now he denies it faintly, and laughs out. [aside.

Iago.
Do you hear, Cassio?

Oth.
Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er: go to, well said, well said. [aside.

Iago.
She gives it out that you shall marry her.
Do you intend it!

Cas.

Ha, ha, ha!

Oth.
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Cas.

I marry her!—What? a customer? pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholsome. Ha, ha ha!

Oth.

So, so: they laugh, that win.

Iago.

Why, the Cry goes, that you shall marry her.

Cas.

Pr'ythee, say true.

Iago.

I am a very villain else.

Oth.

Have you scor'd me? well.

Cas.

This is the monkey's own giving out: she is perswaded, I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oth.

Iago beckons me: now he begins the story.

Cas.

She was here even now: she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and falls me thus about my neck—

Oth.

Crying, Oh dear Cassio, as it were: his gesture imports it.

Cas.

So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, so shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!—

Oth.

Now he tells, how she pluckt him to my chamber: oh, I see, that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

Cas.

Well, I must leave her company.

Iago.

Before me! look, where she comes.